tribulations...
My hair is retarded. I got brown streaks put in it today to see how it would look so I could decide if I wanted to dye it completely for the one acts. The dye is “semi-permanent” meaning it lasts 30 days or so. You’re supposed to put it on, wait 25 minutes and then wash it out. So I did just that, I even waited a little longer just to be sure it would work, and when I took a shower it all washed right out, brown water all over my fucking shower. The only evidence of the streaks is spots along my roots that look like a little kid smeared a poo colored marker in my hair. WTF!? The perm that I hated which was supposed to last 6 months is still lingering 3 years later…and this, which I actually wanted, stays for 30 minutes. And I know it’s not the dye because Tracy put the same damn shit in Leila’s hair and it looks fine. I’m shaving my head.
Other than that, today was boring and had the usual composition of shitty that all days have had lately. I got an eighty something on my history test, and I’m predicting a grade about the same level on my make-up stat test from last week. Good rehearsal in Stageworks, the one-acts are coming along. There was supposed to be a review session after school till 6 for stat, but Fenwick cancelled it since she was mad at us for skipping Friday. Woops. Only thirteen more days of school! Almost into single digits, woohoo.
As for this weekend, well nothing worth going into detail over, but I have come to a realization about myself: I have serious issues keeping my clothes on. I’m not going to elaborate, so don’t ask. Night all.
Stacey
I almost forgot… Mike nearly got his ass kicked Saturday night when he went to steal a gas cap from a car, which he thought was empty, and a big black guy jumped out of the car. Hahaha…good times. I love you, baby.
Other than that, today was boring and had the usual composition of shitty that all days have had lately. I got an eighty something on my history test, and I’m predicting a grade about the same level on my make-up stat test from last week. Good rehearsal in Stageworks, the one-acts are coming along. There was supposed to be a review session after school till 6 for stat, but Fenwick cancelled it since she was mad at us for skipping Friday. Woops. Only thirteen more days of school! Almost into single digits, woohoo.
As for this weekend, well nothing worth going into detail over, but I have come to a realization about myself: I have serious issues keeping my clothes on. I’m not going to elaborate, so don’t ask. Night all.
Stacey
I almost forgot… Mike nearly got his ass kicked Saturday night when he went to steal a gas cap from a car, which he thought was empty, and a big black guy jumped out of the car. Hahaha…good times. I love you, baby.